Memoirs of a Swinger

This is the fifty third episode of my unreliable memoirs, recounting tales from the nineteen-eighties. Each episode is a self-contained story, so you can read them without necessarily having read the previous ones.

It's October 1985 and Daniel is still in a Miami hospital, unable to fly back to the UK until he's sufficiently recovered from his heart surgery. To make matters worse, his wife, Kate has left him. Meanwhile, Steven and Lesley are due at Jason and Pamela's engagement party in New York the coming weekend but now, everything is up in the air.

This is a bit of an odd episode in that there is sex, but there's a lot more story, (and a bit of action too). You have been warned, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

M4bloke

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Chapter 1

The plan had been to fly to Miami on Wednesday evening then spend Thursday at the hospital discussing work with Daniel. After that, Lesley and I were going to leave him and Kate in Miami and carry on to New York for Jason and Pamela's engagement party. Then, finally, after a month of being away, Lesley was going to be coming home with me to London, leaving Kate to look after Daniel until he was well enough to fly back to London

But so much for plans.

I'd been with Alice, at Daniel's place in the Cotswolds, when I found out about Kate's disappearance. It was late on Saturday night and we'd only arrived from London a couple of hours earlier. We were coming back from a meal at the local pub when the phone rang. It was Suzy who broke the news, explaining that Kate had checked out of the hotel without a word. It seemed that she'd timed her departure, leaving when she knew she wouldn't have to confront Lesley.

I contacted Blackfinch immediately and they tracked Kate down to a flight bound for Heathrow, then an onward connection to Jersey, in the Channel Islands, where her parents lived. There was nothing I could do until she got to her destination on Sunday night. I left it until Monday morning to phone her, only to be told by her father that she didn't want to speak to me or anyone else.

When Lesley returned to Miami after her weekend with Rob in the Florida Keys, I called and told her what Kate's father had said. Lesley tried to contact Kate herself, but the response was the same. There was nothing she or I could do except focus on Daniel now.

I'd offered to fly out to Miami on the Monday afternoon but Daniel didn't want that. He didn't want rumours starting in Durolitum. Rumours were bad for business. So I worked Monday and Tuesday in the office, telling nobody what had happened.

If this hadn't been enough turmoil, there'd also been Jemima's break-up with Miles to deal with. Her father, Sir Gregory, had asked me to take Jemima to New York with us, as a way of taking her mind off things. This had seemed like a perfectly reasonable request the week before, but things were more complicated now.

Fortunately, in the days after Jemima's break-up, I'd had some unexpected help from our new lodger, Alice. For reasons I didn't really understand, the two girls seemed to hit it off. So much so that Jemima had given Alice a job at Puddleduck Interiors and left her to caretake the shop while she was in America.

After her break-up with Miles, Jemima had spent the weekend with her parents then, on the Monday and Tuesday nights, she'd stayed in Wimbledon with Alice and me. Despite having spent all day together at Puddleduck Interiors, Alice and Jemima were the best of buddies, scurrying around the house, squeaking like two chipmunks. Jemima really surprised me. Lately, she'd been reserved at the best of times and her confidence was so fragile that one wrong word could bring her to tears. But with Alice around there was none of that. For some reason, Alice was just able to bring Jemima out of her shell.

Probably for the best, our other lodger, Amelie, had been occupied elsewhere, enjoying her last couple of nights with Uwe before Suzy came back from Miami to reclaim her fiancé. As a result we hadn't seen much of Amelie and Uwe, which left Jemima, Alice and I sleeping together, plus Coco the dog of course. It was a hard life, taking care of Jemima, with her slender figure and Alice, with her red hair and great breasts, but you had to take comfort where you could find it.

On Wednesday I left the office at lunchtime and picked Jemima up from Puddleduck Interiors in the Land Rover. Jemima knew I liked Alice and, after kissing her goodbye, she went and waited in the car outside so that the two of us could say goodbye privately.

When were alone, Alice and I hugged.

"You're going to be ok on your own?" I asked her.

"Of course," Alice told me. "Coco and I will be fine looking after the shop and I've got Amelie to talk to in the evening. Suzy's back tonight, so I think Amelie's going to be at a loose end from now."

"You're probably right," I chuckled.

"Thank you for lending me your car by the way," Alice added.

"I'm not going to need it and it will make getting to work easier for you while Jemima's away. When I get back we'll have look at getting you and Coco a runabout."

Alice hesitated for a moment before launching into a bit of a speech.

"I wanted to thank you," she began. "I've not felt this happy in a while. I've got a job, a roof over my head, friends and, well, you've made me feel human again. I know you've got a wife, and I know she's smart, and I know she's pretty, and I know you love her... but if there's just a little bit of room for me somewhere in all of that then I'd like it."

"I'd like it too," I told her, giving her a kiss. "We'll work it out when Lesley's back next week."

"Look after Jemima for me, don't let her insult too many people," Alice added.

"I'll try but I can't promise anything," I joked.

"And I hope things turn out alright with your boss."

"That might be more difficult, but we'll give it a go."

I bent down and gave Coco a stroke and she wagged her tail.

"Be good for me," I told Coco.

"We'll both be good for you," Alice replied coyly.

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I left Alice and Coco in Puddleduck Interiors and Jemima and I headed out of Chelsea in the direction of Heathrow.

"I thought I should give you and Alice some time alone," Jemima told me with what I mistook for sincerity.

"Thank you," I told her.

"I'd have brought a magazine if I'd known I was going to have to wait in the car while you fucked her though," she teased.

"I didn't."

"You had time to."

"Well, I didn't."

"You like her though, don't you?"

"Of course."

"No, I mean you really like her."

"I guess."

"Well, I'll let you into a secret," Jemima chuckled. "She worships you."

"So, explain to me how the two of you have become such good buddies." I asked, trying to divert the conversation.

"I don't know. We just get on," came the reply.

"Have you ever thought you might be a lesbian?" I teased.

"Fuck off, Steven," Jemima laughed.

Considering she'd only just split up from her fiancé, Jemima had actually been in fine form the last few days. Alice had certainly made a difference, but I got the feeling that Jemima wasn't about to wallow in self-pity. She was a free agent now.

Chapter 2

We took the overnight flight, landing in Miami just after nine in the morning. Business class made the journey more bearable. I guess we could have travelled first class but I struggled with the idea of lording it over everyone else on the plane. In any case, Jemima and I had two seats together and, after the meal, with the armrest lifted out of the way, she snuggled into me and we tried to get some sleep.

When we landed in Miami it took an age to clear immigration then the taxi ride to the hotel seemed to take forever. In the end we arrived just before midday. I don't know how long she'd been there but Lesley was waiting for us in the lobby. She looked as beautiful as ever, that slender figure of hers and gorgeous red hair. It had been a month since we'd last hugged each other and it felt so good to be finally holding her again.

"I love you, Steven Carter," she told me as she buried her head in my chest.

"I love you too," I told her.

When Lesley finally let go of me, she gave Jemima an equally large hug.

"Thank you for looking after him," she told Jemima.

"It was a bit of a team effort," Jemima replied. "Besides, it was me that needed looking after in the end."

"I'm sorry about Miles."

"Don't be," Jemima told her. "He isn't worth it."

Jemima and I checked into the room I'd booked for her then, diplomatically she told us she was going to have a rest. Lesley and I made our way up to her room and the moment the door was closed she began to kiss me passionately.

"How are you?" I asked when we came up for air.

"Fuck me Steven," was all she replied. "I'll tell you everything afterwards. I just want you to fuck me first."

I undid her blouse then put my hands on her bare midriff as we kissed some more. Lesley was already working on my jeans, yanking the belt loose then unbuttoning my fly. Slipping her blouse off, I undid her bra then bent down to suck on her nipples. She cradled my head with one hand and wanked my cock with the other.

As I played with her breasts I could feel her starting to shake with nerves. I lifted her up then laid her down on the bed. She still had a short, pleated tennis skirt on, but it was too late to worry about that. So I just pulled down her panties then stripped off the rest of my clothes.

"Do me in the arse!" she said, half telling, half pleading.

"We don't have to," I told her.

"Please Steven. I deserve it."

There were generally only two situations where Lesley asked to be fucked in the arse. The first was when she was drunk and horny, the second was when she was feeling guilty. Clearly this was the latter. Whenever she felt like she'd overstepped the mark, Lesley needed reassuring that she was still 'owned' by me. For some reason, cumming in her arse was part of the ritual that gave her absolution from whatever her previous sins had been. I could have told her 'no' and she would have reluctantly accepted that, but it was invariably easier to say 'yes', and besides, it wasn't as though I didn't enjoy the sensation of her tight little hole.

"You'd better turn over then," I told her.

Lesley rolled over eagerly and pushed out her backside for me. She'd already placed lube on the nightstand in anticipation and so I poured some onto my fingers then worked it into her anus. I'd learned from previous experience that the ritual needed to involve a little pain for her to feel absolved of her past sins, so I didn't take too much time preparing her. Instead, I lubed my cock then pressed the head against her rosebud. She pushed back against it and, when she did, I made my move. Lesley grunted defiantly as the head forced her anus wide then slipped into her rectum.

"You own me, Steven. Fuck your little whore!"

I did as she asked, tugging at her nipples roughly as I pumped her tight arse, all the time willing myself to cum quickly so as not to make her ordeal any longer than it needed to be. She was so tight that I felt the walls of her rectum gripping my cock as I fucked her. Pushing all the way inside, then pumping her with short, urgent strokes ensured that I didn't last long. I didn't want to. I just wanted to cum before I damaged her.

Lesley's body relaxed once she knew I'd emptied myself into her. I allowed myself the pleasure of going soft inside her before climbing off and lying back on the bed. She got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned she was smiling.

"I'm sorry I've been such a shit wife this past month," she said cuddling into me. "Do you still love me?"

"Of course. None of this is your fault," I told her. "Besides, I've not exactly been the faithful husband."

"So I hear," Lesley chuckled. "How many women was it on Friday night?"

We'd not talked about our respective weekends. The fallout from Kate's departure had occupied our conversation up to that point.

"Erm, Seven. No eight," I chuckled. "But who've you been talking to?"

"Amelie. Last night."

"I see."

"And Alice..."

"Oh right. Well I guess I've got no secrets then."

"Not really. How are you getting along with them?" Lesley asked casually.

I felt like I was walking into a trap but there was nothing I could do about it.

"It's going ok. Amelie seems to be fitting in at work. She's ambitious. Quite money motivated though. Mercenary almost."

"That's not a bad thing in your line of work, is it?"

"I guess not."

"And Alice?"

"Ok too. She's been helping out with the housework, which has been a bit of a relief. Strangely, she and Jemima are getting on really well. Jemima's given her a job at Puddleduck Interiors. And Coco is just so well behaved, you're going to love her," I said trying to bring out the positives.

"So you like her? Because from what I hear she seems to like you," Lesley teased.

"I like her," I said firmly. "But you're my wife and if you're not happy about something then you need to say."

Lesley got up and climbed on top of me.

"I'm glad you like her. I want you to have someone special, besides me that is. A bit like I've got Daniel," Lesley explained. "You had Kate before. I know it wasn't quite the same. But we have to face facts that she might not be coming back. So I need to find someone for you and it sounds like Alice might be the one."

"What about Jemima?" I asked.

"Jemima belongs to both of us, besides we need to find her a new man not sidetrack her with you," Lesley told me confidently. "Alice would be ideal. She lives with us and so she can be there for you if I'm not around."

"And Amelie?" I said playing Devil's advocate.

"I was hoping that I could have Amelie," Lesley said sheepishly. "I mean you could still fuck her, but now that Suzy's gone..."

I couldn't help thinking that Lesley had an ulterior motive. With Kate gone, it was going to be harder for her to spend time with Daniel. But if Alice could be persuaded to replace Kate then Sunday night pizzas at Daniel's were back on for starters and probably more besides. Maybe Lesley did have an ulterior motive, but did it really matter?

"It sounds like you've got this all worked out," I chuckled.

"If you don't think Alice is right..." Lesley conceded.

"I didn't say that."

"So is that a yes?" she asked hopefully

"If Alice wants to that is. I'm happy to give it a go."

"Leave it with me. I'll talk to her," Lesley said excitedly. "I'm thinking about publishing her novel by the way."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. I'm getting a second opinion from David's editor. He really understands the fantasy fiction market." Lesley stopped for a moment then carried on, "Oh and speaking about fantasy fiction I have a bit of a confession to make about the weekend..."

Chapter 3

Late afternoon, I visited Daniel, in hospital. I hadn't seen him since Jamaica, almost a month ago now. To be honest, I wasn't looking forward to it. I just didn't know what to say about Kate's leaving.

When I walked into his room I was surprised to see Daniel dressed and sitting in a chair reading a boating magazine. He had one of those monitors they clip to your finger, other than that he wasn't connected to anything. When he got up to greet me, his movement was slightly laboured but not too bad considering. He shook my hand and we shared a bit of a hug.

"I didn't expect you to be up and about," I told him.

"They like you to keep moving," he said. "Fancy a walk?"

We took the lift to the lobby then into a garden where patients came for fresh air or, those that needed a nicotine fix, went for a cigarette.

"How are you?" I asked as we strolled slowly around the garden

"Physically, on the mend. Mentally, a bit shook up but I'll get over it," Daniel said trying to sound positive.

"I'm sorry about Kate," I told him. "To be honest I don't know what to say. I tried to talk to her but she won't speak to me."

"I know," he replied.

"Maybe, in time, she'll come round," I said hopefully.

"I don't think so," Daniel responded unequivocally. "She's not coming back."

I was a bit shocked by the certainty of his response but wasn't about to argue. I don't know how I would have felt in his shoes.

"On the other hand. I don't know what I would have done without Lesley," Daniel continued. "Suzy too."

"I couldn't have stopped them if I'd wanted to."

"I know we agreed I wouldn't spoil Lesley too much but I hope you'll let me make an exception this one time."

"I think you've already made her happy by making her head of Durolitum publishing."

"Well, when we get back to London she can really get her teeth into it."

"When do you think that will be?"

"Hopefully the doctors will sign me off as fit to travel this week. After that we can arrange the medivac. With a fair wind I should be home next week."

"That's great news."

"I don't plan on rushing back to work though, Steven. I hope you understand."

"Of course, Daniel. Take as long as you want."

"This heart attack's given me a sense of my own mortality. Makes me wonder how many good years I've got left."

"There's plenty of life in you," I tried to reassure him.

"Hopefully. But however long it is, I don't want to look back on it and wish I'd spend less of it at work. I've given my life to Durolitum, and its rewarded me, but there are other things I'd like to do too."

"Like what?"

"See the world for a start, and not from the inside of a meeting room. Ride my bike more, sail across the Atlantic, go on safari and, of course, make love to as many beautiful women as possible."

"I can understand that," I laughed.

"I've been thinking of stepping down as CEO, Steven," Daniel said becoming serious. "You seem to be making a good job of managing the company. What do you think?"

"I don't know Daniel," I told him. "I've just been caretaking really. It's different when the investors and the staff see this as just temporary."

"Always the modest one," Daniel laughed. "Actually I wasn't thinking of stepping away completely, just giving myself some more time. I've been both Chairman and CEO of Durolitum since it began. If I was to give up the role of CEO, that would free me up from the day-to-day responsibilities of managing the company. As Chairman, I'd become more of a guiding hand."

"It's your company Daniel. You built it, you're the majority shareholder, it's up to you. But you've had a rough month and maybe you'll feel different when you get back to the UK."

Daniel laughed.

"You may be right, but think on it."

"I will."

"So you're off to New York this weekend?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, for Jason Hennessy's engagement. You'll be ok on your own?"

"I'm in a hospital Steven. I should be," he chuckled. "I imagine Blackfinch are very interested in young Jason anyway."

"Not only Blackfinch," I agreed. "Sir Gregory Putiford too."

"Hmmm," Daniel Mused. "Lesley told me about his daughter and Miles Bertel. I never saw that coming."

"Neither did Jemima. Hence her coming New York with us," I added. "Sir Gregory insisted."

"From what I recall, he's not a man you say no to."

"Not really."

"So tell me about Alice?" Daniel said chuckling. "Lesley's got herself all worked up over the girl. Perfect tits apparently..."

Chapter 4

Daniel and I spent the rest of the afternoon talking about work and other stuff until it was time for the nurse to check him over and administer his drugs. I made my way back to the hotel and when I got back to Lesley's room I found her and Jemima in bed. From their dishevelled state they'd obviously been having sex and my guess was they'd been there all afternoon. I felt a bit sorry for Jemima, Lesley had a lot of steam to let off. But the two girls probably had a lot to catch up on too and I felt sure Lesley would have been quizzing Jemima about Alice.